Yamafu Military Affairs

Chapter 433: Going to Beijing to Fight the Bandits
"Join the common people of Jiuzhou and shake the royal court of one family!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt their scalps tingling.

Looking back over the past hundred years, there has never been such a grand event that allowed martial arts masters to influence world affairs.

I’m afraid there will be fewer of them in the future.

As everyone thought so, the atmosphere upstairs and downstairs became as heavy as water.

"The heavens are falling apart, the country is in decline, and the year of Ren Zi will bring about a change of dynasty. The three talents of heaven and earth carry great virtue to drive away evil spirits. The three people have emerged, and they have established a republic by leading the way. The year of Xin Hai is the year of gold, which has shown that Shui Qing will perish. How to kill Shui Qing, which has existed for three hundred years, with one blow? This matter is not difficult to say, but it is not easy to say."

Qin Huai looked around at everyone and smiled: "If it falls on us, we will have to go north to the Forbidden City, peel off the scales and slash the dragon, and completely kill the old thief of the Qing court."

"Qin is from the north, and based on seniority, it is not my turn to take the lead in this matter, but the seniors in the northern martial arts circle recognize my fists, and the southern martial arts association also recognizes my Golden Tower brand, so they all nominated me to take charge of this matter. If any brother has a better candidate, you may as well speak up now. We are all working for the country, so there is no need to be restrained."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole room was silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

Qin Huai's words were so powerful that every word seemed to carry a great deal of weight, and they rumbled like thunder outside the house, shaking the tiles on the roof.

The martial arts masters upstairs listened in silence, and the representatives of all walks of life and the green forest business gangs downstairs also listened in silence.

Seeing that no one had anything to say, Qin Huai paused and continued, "I am a warrior, and you are all warriors too. We have fought and killed, brandished swords and guns for a lifetime, and finally waited until the spiritual energy between heaven and earth revived, but found that the road ahead has been monopolized by a tyrant. What do you think we should do?"

"Of course, it's either me or him. For the sake of the country, my own future, and future generations, I have to get rid of this thief Chuntai."

Feng Zhao clasped his fists and saluted the incense table filled with spirit tablets behind him. His face was expressionless as he spoke slowly, "I'm not afraid of being laughed at by you all. My arms were broken by Chuntai during the night attack on Wuchang. Not only my White Lotus Sect, but also the Zhizi Sect, Xingyi Sect, Taiji Sect, and many other masters from all over the world suffered casualties. Some sects only had three or two people in their generation, and all of them died under Nian Gan Bai Tang's knife. In order to protect the banner of righteousness and peace, my White Lotus Sect lost half of its masters and Dharma Kings. The tragedy is beyond words."

When Yihe was mentioned, Wang Wu, who had been sitting still and never opened his mouth even when others took the initiative to talk to him, suddenly twitched his cheek muscles, raised his eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"People live by breathing. If the breath stops, they are dead. If the breath is short, it is called cowardly. It is better to be dead than to be neither alive nor dead. Only if the breath is long and continuous can we breathe with pride and live happily. The old thief has monopolized the way forward, like a thorn in the throat. If it is not removed early, the breath of warriors like us will be strangled in the throat for years to come. Not only will the breath be short, but it will also be painful!"

Although the voice was soft, it was like thunder coming out of the blue.

Everyone was moved when they heard this, and they completely understood the necessity and impact of punishing the bandits.

"Everyone, today we are gathered in Shenzhou and swore an oath of blood to eliminate the enemy for the country. If any brother still has worries, please leave as soon as possible. After all, family and country are the two of us. Only when you have a family can you have a country."

Qin Huai waved his hand, and his clear voice echoed in the building.
"Grandmaster, please don't underestimate us. When the nest is overturned, the eggs will be broken. The Qing government has been oppressing the people for a long time. If we don't fight hard now, will our descendants repeat the same mistakes? We warriors don't understand many great principles, but we still have a lot of passion to shed."

"Not bad!"

"Yes!"

"Okay, in that case, serve the wine!"

Qin Huai saw that no one had left the building, so he immediately shouted loudly to the outside.

Soon, the crowd in the hall parted like waves, and dozens of brothers from the building came in one after another, holding wooden trays, each with a large Haikou bowl on the plate.

Everyone in the building, the northern martial arts masters were invited by the two great masters Li Shuwen and Li Cunyi, and the southerners were invited by Chen Dianying. The Sticky Rod Place was notorious throughout China, and most of them were already aware of Chuntai's terrifying methods, and they also knew in their hearts that this battle was dangerous, but they all looked calm and fearless.

"Brothers, do it!"

Jars of fine wine that had been sealed in mud for many years were brought up and poured into bowls. Qinhuai took the lead, drinking it down in one gulp, and then turned the bowl over, leaving not a drop behind.

"Master Li Shuwen, a toast to you all!"

Li Shuwen stood up, his eyes narrowed slightly, and scanned the crowd. He drank the wine in the bowl as soon as he finished speaking.

"Haha, so happy!"

An old man with a braided neck stood up and raised his bowl to the crowd: "I am Liu Guanlan from the Zhizi Sect, and I salute all the heroes!"

"Single-sword Li Cunyi, respect to you all!"

Li Cunyi, who had never spoken a word, suddenly stood up, picked up the wine bowl and drank it all.

"Cheers to all the heroes!"

As a fellow grandmaster, Chen Dianying would never be willing to fall behind others.

An old man with gray hair stood up and drank the wine: "I am Yang Jianhou, nice to meet you all!"

"Interesting, interesting!"

Laughter suddenly broke out, and a short old man stood up from beside Du Xinwu, with his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes and smiled, raised his bowl and drank it all: "I am Master Xu, everyone, hello."

A middle-aged man with a good temperament stood up with his fists clasped, and said in a deep voice: "Feidan Jiuer Song Weiyi, greetings to all the heroes!"

Feng Zhao's blood was boiling, and his eyes, which were empty of all five elements, were full of light. "Feng Zhao, hello to all of you!"

"Qin Lang, are you sure this time?"

Qin Huai had just sat down and was staring at Wang Wu, wondering how to ask this old senior for advice, when he suddenly heard Hongying's voice in his ears.

When he turned around, he saw Hongying who had gone up to the third floor at some point and was sitting next to him, looking at him intently.

"Chuntai will definitely die if he goes north this time, but it is hard to say how many of the heroes in the building can come back safe and sound."

Qin Huai held Hongying's hand tightly and spoke.

Although Honolulu and the Beiyang Army have become a combined force and attracted countless heroes to gather together, some gaps cannot be made up for just by saying so. This battle is said to be a fight between warriors, but in fact it is a battle for the future of the country. Feng Zhao and others are probably prepared to fight for their lives. Even if they are defeated, they will exhaust Chuntai's life energy and die together.

There is only progress and no retreat.

You can't retreat, and you can't afford to retreat.

Thinking of this, Qin Huai turned around, looked at Feng Zhao, nodded, looked at the righteous men from all over the world who had gathered in the building, and stood up suddenly.

"Everyone, we must eliminate the thieves for our country without delay. Please follow me and head north!"

The next day at noon, Nanjing Pukou.

The rain and snow had just cleared up, and the spring breeze was blowing. A train with military train markings stopped at the southern starting station of the Jinpu Line, which had been built not long ago.

Dozens of figures stood solemnly with sticks in their hands. They were the people from Honolulu, led by Zhongshan Qiao.

"Mr. Zhong, we are going to go north to Beijing with Gong Bao to eliminate the thieves for the country. The protection forces around you, Keqiang and Dunchu are weak, so you should pay more attention to your safety. If it really doesn't work, we can go south to Kowloon or sail to Japan. It won't be too late to come back after we have accomplished our mission." Zhong Shanqiao nodded and thought seriously: "Jingbo is right. We will start to hide our tracks now. Don't worry!"

Qin Huai looked at another person, without saying a word, but took out a letter and handed it to the other person.

"Mr. Qin is so kind, I bow to you three times!"

The young man with a knife took it solemnly, his eyes turned red, and just as he was about to salute, he was held up by Qin Huai.

"No need to be polite. Our acquaintance is fate. Take this letter to Sichuan and find a kiln. You will be able to worship a famous master and learn the method of cultivating Yuan Qi."

After saying that, Qin Huai turned around and boarded the military train.

"Jingbo! Great victory! Great victory, heroes!"

Looking at Zhongshan Qiao, who was rarely excited and holding a glass of wine to see him off, Qin Huai smiled and said, "See you in Honolulu!"
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The first day of March, Xinhai year, in the capital.

Midwinter has passed, but the spring equinox has not yet arrived. Scattered raindrops mixed with pieces of snow are mixed together in the chilly wind.

During the Tianhou Temple Fair, several long streets in the southern part of Tianjin are bustling with people and it is very lively.

The itinerant craftsman traveled through the streets and alleys, packing all his belongings for food in an old backpack.

The sheepskin umbrella above his head was full of patches and swayed in the wind and snow, just like the Qing Dynasty today. It also seemed as if it wanted to tell everyone with the "creaking" sound caused by the bumping of the umbrella ribs that it was dying and was about to fall down.

A pair of old cloth shoes that were barely warm were supported by a pair of big feet as he walked forward step by step.

When this person arrived, he first brought a series of crisp noises, ding-ding-bang-bang. It turned out that there was a bell the size of a longan hanging on the corner of the backpack, which seemed to be some kind of means of attracting business.

Seeing that the heat of the New Year had just passed but the streets were bustling again because of the temple fair, the craftsman walked to Qianmen Dazhalan, picked a warm open space, put down the basket on his back, revealing a bleached blue shirt, adjusted the hat on his head, tightened his sleeves, took out a folding chair from the basket, opened it and sat down, laid out the eating utensils neatly, and without any movement, business came one after another.

The craftsman took out a few pieces of clay from his backpack, and quickly pinched them with his fingers, more skillfully than a magician's colored door sticks. After a while, one vivid and detailed clay doll after another came into being in his hands.

"Are you Zhang the Clay Man?"

At this moment, a burly man wearing a bear-skin hat and a long gown stood in front of the craftsman, and his elongated shadow covered his entire body.

"Oh, sir, you have good eyesight, what would you like to order?"

Clay Man Zhang blinked his eyes and said with a smile.

"I heard you have a clay figurine that can bring the dead back to life. I want one."

The man spoke frankly and directly without beating around the bush.

Clay Man Zhang looked at the sturdy man with a strong back and strong waist, smacked his lips, nodded and said, "No problem, one thousand taels of silver notes, no bargaining."

"Sure, what do you need?"

"Your heart blood, um, or a little blood containing Yuan Qi."

Hearing Clay Man Zhang's request, Fang Xiang's eyes moved, and relevant Yama hints appeared on his irises.

[Clay Figurine Zhang] needs a bit of your blood relationship and inheritance to make [Clay Figurine·Fang Xiang].

[Clay Figure·Fang Xiang]: When you receive fatal damage, you will die in your place.

Note: It will not work if you give it to others, and you need to replenish water every once in a while to prevent it from being damaged by excessive dryness and cracking.

"it is good."

The man bit his finger with his teeth, and soon a drop of golden blood dripped out.

"Take a look."

In just a moment's time, the clay figure stopped working, and the clay figure was poked into the sandalwood box and handed to Fang Xiang.

Fang Xiang lowered his eyes and took a look. He found that the craftsmanship of this clay figurine Zhang was indeed unique. It was as if his head was copied and printed one by one, with sharp eyes, thick eyebrows, a straight nose and thin cheeks. What was even more valuable was that it also had a slight divine look.
"What a strange man in this world, I've learned a lot."

Fang Xiang pulled out a large silver note from his bosom, clasped his fists to thank Clay Man Zhang, then turned the corner with the sandalwood box and disappeared into the crowd.

The temple fair was lively, and ordinary people could see dragon dances, lion dances, people walking on stilts, singing and beating gongs, street vendors, and crowds of people in the streets. People from all over the world were chattering in strange and bizarre ways, making people dizzy. But the scene was so lively that everyone happily squeezed in and out of the crowd like loaches.

"Hey! Look at my magical power!"

Liu the Baldy, the magician, roared in the street, and it was like a spring thunder, which frightened all the common people and onlookers. The legs of those who were nearby went weak, and they almost fell down on the spot, making a fool of themselves.

But after a moment of daze, he was greeted with a burst of exclamations and applause.

Baldy Liu bowed to everyone, shook his shoulders, and swayed his body. A black and white mask with smiling eyes and eyebrows suddenly appeared on his originally old face. It was exquisite and detailed, which really stunned everyone.

Then, his shoulders shook again, and the facial mask that was tightly attached to his face immediately changed again. The black and white facial mask turned into blue and red, which made people exclaim in surprise and cheer continuously.

It is true: There is a unique art in Sichuan, one poem can be transformed into ten aspects, it can transform to meet all directions, and each aspect shows the truth.

In the blink of an eye, Baldy Liu had performed his unique skills to perfection. With a flick of his hands, he changed his facial expressions seven times in a row. The facial expressions were black, white, red, green, purple and blue. Even his expressions changed, showing joy, anger, sorrow, happiness and pain. His eyes were lively, as if he had transformed into all kinds of sentient beings. The spectators were all amazed, and the cheers and applause were endless.

"Come again, come again!"

Countless copper coins fell like rain, and the spectators in front of the vendors' stalls were all like fish on the hook, hooked by the unique skill of face changing.

As a result, the stall of Tuzi Liu became even more lively, with people surrounding him in three layers inside and three layers outside. Even those blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners were amazed and cheered loudly. It was truly a skill that attracted everyone.

After about half an hour, seeing that more and more spectators gathered around, Baldy Liu stopped.

He turned around, picked up the copper basin beside him, bowed to everyone and apologized, smiled, and asked for reward money. If given, he would take it, but if not, he would not be angry. After picking up all the copper coins and silver coins on the ground, he turned around and left without any reluctance.

"He has unique skills, and he also knows that the tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. He is not stupid enough to be the first to stand out. Interesting, interesting."

A tall and strong man in brocade clothes, who was traveling with a beautiful woman, glanced at Liu Tuzi in the crowd, and suddenly some strange thoughts arose in his mind.

"Hongying, Ling'er, let's go. I have figured out how to sneak into the Forbidden City."

(End of this chapter)